Page 30 of Shackled to the Orc

I take his shaft in my hand, marble-hard, silky smooth, and I can’t even wrap my hand around his girth. All I can picture is that thing pressing into me, the stretching pleasure as he impales me. The head of his cock spurts creamy white pre-cum, dripping down his throbbing shaft, and I run my tongue from the base to the tip, tasting him. It just tastesright,in this primal way that makes me crave so much more.

“Fuck, you’re so huge,” I gasp out, my cheeks flushing red, because I’ve never felt this way before, this endless, uncontrollable need. He lets out a long, low groan, and his huge hand digs into my hair, fisting my curls and bringing my lips down against the head of his cock. I curl my tongue around it, my lips open to the limit, and his cock spurts into my mouth, and somehow it seems to soothe my jaw, making my gag reflex disappear as his hips buck and he presses his huge dick into my mouth. It’s as if his orcish seed is made to let me please him, and he brings my head up and down against his cock, deeper and deeper, thrusting upwards as his huge, throbbing member slides into my mouth. I run my hands over his tree-trunk thighs, feeling the quivers of pleasure rippling through him, and every groan of need drives me wild, making me want to serve him more.

I reach out, trying to grab the vial, but my hand grabs for empty air, and then he grips my hair so tight it’s painful, forcing every inch of his dick down my throat, roaring out in need as his cock stiffens. He unleashes, ropes of hot, creamy cum shoot straight into my stomach, and my pussy is tingling with desperate need with the way he manhandles and uses me.

His cock slowly softens, and he pulls it from my mouth as I gasp for air, my head swimming. “Fuck,” I gasp, overwhelmed, this dark lust in me that I didn’t know I had, loving the feeling of being used for his pleasure as if I am his toy.

“We failed,” he says, looking at the empty vials, and though I ache to have him inside me, I understand now how he loses control, how the breeding rage overwhelms him until he cannot think, until his only thought is to unleash inside of me. I can taste his seed in my mouth, salty and warm, and I swallow every drop instinctively.

“I didn’t…I didn’t think I’d enjoy doing that,” I say, my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and he strokes my cheek gently, then lifts me. I gasp as he throws me onto the bed, that hungry look in his eyes. He strips my clothes off roughly.

“Your turn,” he says, and I melt under his tongue, covering my mouth with my hand so that the other gladiators won’t hear my moans, but he grabs my wrists, forcing them down, so that everyone can hear my gasping orgasm as I cum under his hungry tongue.

His cock is already hard again, insatiable. “Already?” I say, when I can speak again.

“I’ll do it, it’s easier not to lose control,” he says, and grabs the vial. He strokes his hand up and down his huge cock, and I can’t resist massaging those full, huge balls, until his cock spurts again, wave after wave of seed, filling the vial, seed dripping down the sides.

“Do all orcs come so much?” I say, holding the vial up.

“I don’t come that much. It’s something about you being near.”

I take a deep breath in, trying to get back control of myself. There’s this tendril of lust that is never sated around him, that wraps through my being. I know that until he is inside me, until I look up at Khan, seeing the beastly mating rage overwhelming him as he ravages me, that I’ll have this aching need that will torment me endlessly. I put on my mask of a doctor to try to distance myself from it, opening the jar of the grey paste and mixing it with his seed. It will be inert.

“How long do you think until he realizes it?”

Khan shrugs. “I do not know. If one woman did not become pregnant, he would blame it on her. But three? We’ll buy no more than a week at most. He’s a shrewd man. He won’t let you free, not until he knows he has my children.”

“So all we’re doing is buying time.” I put the stopper in the vial and put it under the bathtub, as I was told.

“Our best chance is the games for Corwin’s son’s birthday. The entire city will be celebrating. The little lord likes to watch the bloody games, and his father arranged the greatest battles of the year.”

“How? I’ll be in the arena hospital, and you’ll be in the arena, fighting. And Shug isn’t the kind of man to let security lapse just because there’s a festival going on. If anything, he’ll be more alert.”

“I don’t know how yet. We’ll find a way. We have to,” he says. I bite my lip, the gnawing worry coming back. It goes away when I’m with Khan, lost to the passion, the naked lust pushing out all other thoughts. Now it’s returned with a vengeance, the black, hopeless feeling that I’ll be trapped here forever.

“How does he plan to keep this fresh, anyways?” I ask, pointing to the vial.

“Shug has a basement in his estate. A morgue, kept chilled, and a freezer room as well. Garvin told me about it. He’s got some degree of favor with the royal family.”

“A freezer room?”

“Yes. Imagine a room that is as cold as a snowbank, but there is no snow. Many of the richer pitmasters have them, to keep the corpses fresh. They get every ounce of value out of their investments, even selling their bodies to the capital city.”

“What for?”

“I’ve heard rumors. That they have technology there, a way to put a young heart into an old man and make his beat anew. Ghouls. My people have funeral pyres.” He winces. “But my men didn’t even get that. It makes me sick to think that my people’s corpses are still in the Capital, that they will never have the peace of the fire.”

He smiles at me, sadly. “But I will not think of that. I promise you, Maya. I’ll find a way to get us free of this place. If it was only me…I’d climb the walls at night, try my luck against the guards. But with you on my back…I couldn’t risk it.”

Khan wraps his huge hand around mine, squeezing it tight, and I let myself feel those first embers of hope. “I trust you,” I say, and he gives me a gentle kiss.

18

MAYA

I’ve been a ball of stress since the moment I woke up in Khan’s arms. He was a rock, completely unaffected. I went with him to breakfast, but I couldn’t touch my food. He ate light, dried fruits and a glass of milk, while I poked my fork around the plate of scrambled eggs. The other gladiators who were scheduled to fight handled it in different ways, some pacing the hallways, others stretching and training, Felix praying quietly to himself in the corner, pale as a ghost.

Shug sent for me after breakfast. I hugged Khan, and he held me tight against his chest, telling me not to worry. For him, it is another day at the office. I don’t know how many times he’s faced this moment, but he’s got a quiet focus to him that bolsters me as I walk up the hill, escorted by a guard but without the handcuffs around my wrists. I have my leather bag filled with herbs and poultices, and I prepared a mixture that will do well to stop infections for the kinds of wounds I expect the fighters to sustain.

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